Happy Birthday

        Wow what a present, what was your biggest birthday surprise?

The car had everything he had asked for and Carla looked hot sitting in this car, she was very pleased with herself. “This is what I want Craig.”

Craig smiled and laughed “Well ok.”

“Bob, I really will need that Mom car, but not yet. How much?” Carla asked as Craig took over.

“We’ll take it Bob, Carla wants this one!”

“It will be ready in a few minutes, let’s get this paperwork handled.” Bob nodded to the young man that was standing close by and tossed him the keys; then lead them to his office.

Carla was driving her new car following Craig to dinner when she noticed the smell of roses; looked at the front seat and noticed a red long stemmed rose and card, at the light she opened the card, and pulled into The Delta parking lot.

“Craig” she said as he opened her car door, “I found my rose and card.” Carla reached up and planted a big kiss. “I forgot it was my birthday.”

“So how do you like your birthday present Carla?” Craig asked as he escorted her into the restaurant.

“Craig did you just give me a car for my birthday!” Carla her face got flushed, Craig grabbed her arm, afraid she was going to faint.

“Yes honey Happy Birthday! Our tables ready” he said pointing to the back. There sat Allan and Mary Kate, Howard and Nichole and Marcus and Maureen all smiles and ready to join Carla to celebrate her birthday “Happy Birthday Day, Carla!”

“No KP duty tonight, Carla Happy Birthday, sorry we’re a little late” Amy and Blackie pulled up their chairs.

Carla ran upstairs ahead of Craig, and grabbed the pom-poms and nerf football, slipped into the t-shirt and called out “Jonesy.”

Craig was pleasantly surprised when she threw the football at him. Twirling around the pom-poms “Carly, what’s up” he started taking off his shoes as she approached him sliding between his legs.

“I love football players . . .”

“Hmm, a groupie, something must be done about this Carly. You know the coach doesn’t let us play . . .” He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her up a little.

“Ooh don’t drop me you brute, I’m gonna tell the coach on you!”

“Really, we’ll see about that” Craig grasped her waist pulling her closer into him caressing her before he gave her a passionately French kissed her “Ooh my . . .”

 

 

 

 

this car, she was very pleased with herself. “This is what I want Craig.”
Craig smiled and laughed “Well ok.”
“Bob, I really will need that Mom car, but not yet. How much” Carla
asked as Craig took over. “We’ll take it Bob, Carla wants this one!” “It
will be ready in a few minutes, let’s get this paperwork handled.” Bob
nodded to the young man that was standing close by and tossed him the
keys; then lead them to his office.
Carla was driving her new car following Craig to dinner when she
noticed the smell of roses; looked at the front seat and noticed a red
long stemmed rose and card, at the light she opened the card, and pulled
into The Delta parking lot.
“Craig” she said as he opened her car door, “I found my rose and card.”
Carla reached up and planted a big kiss. “I forgot it was my birthday.”
“So how do you like your birthday present Carla?” Craig asked as he
escorted her into the restaurant. “Craig did you just give me a car for my
birthday!” Carla her face got flushed, Craig grabbed her arm, afraid she
was going to faint. “Yes honey Happy Birthday! Our tables ready” he
said pointing to the back.
There sat Allan and Mary Kate, Howard and Nichole and Marcus and
Maureen all smiles and ready to join Carla to celebrate her birthday
“Happy Birthday Day, Carla!” “No KP duty tonight, Carla Happy
Birthday, sorry we’re a little late” Amy and Blackie pulled up their chairs.
Carla ran upstairs ahead of Craig, and grabbed the pom-poms and
nerf football, slipped into the t-shirt and called out “Jonesy.” Craig was
pleasantly surprised when she threw the football at him. Twirling around
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the pom-poms “Carly, what’s up” he started taking off his shoes as she
approached him sliding between his legs. “I love football players . . .”
“Hmm, a groupie, something must be done about this Carly. You know
the coach doesn’t let us play . . .” He grabbed her around the waist and
tossed her up a little “Ooh don’t drop me you brute, I’m gonna tell the
coach on you!”
“Really, we’ll see about that” Craig grasped her waist pulling her closer
into him caressing her before he gave her a passionately French kissed
her “Ooh my . . .”

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